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"Swan, don’t make a man drink alone"
She scowls as the voice floats out from the gardens of the diner, her red rimmed eyes rolling at his ridiculous attempts of wooing the Savior, of claiming her like some precious object only he may have.
"I’m not in the mood for a drink" comes Emma’s voice just as she emerges from the arched entrance, her heavy boots thudding against the pavement as she moves "or a man."
"I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you today," Hook’s pursuit of the blonde has Regina stopping just short of the pair, the shadow of the florist concealing her for now, "I know you feel like you’ve got the weight of the world on your shoulders" this has her eyes rolling once more, his unwavering belief that he knows something of Emma, that he has a right to tell her how she feels. It enrages Regina, both for herself and the young girl she once was, suffocated and ruled by any but herself "but at some point, even though we’re quite different, you’ve got to trust me."
Her anger flares as she watches the pirate latch his hook around Emma’s upper arm, the feeling of the metal digging into skin is one Regina knows all too well for had felt it herself as she had been moved and strapped down ready for torture.
“You need to-” but Emma’s response is cut off when he leans in, claims her mouth with his. Knowing how the two work, hearing of their back and forth from both Henry and Mary Margaret, Regina is about to leave, to walk away and resume her own wallowing as she had set out to do when something stops her, a sound…a whimper.
It is not a sound of pleasure nor arousal, not even surprise at Hook’s boldness. It’s almost pleading and it takes Regina straight back to every encounter she’d had with the King. A man so kind to others yet, in the privacy of the castle with a young, unwilling teen bride before him, he was cruel, possibly the cruelest of all Regina had known save for her mother. It is with this thought, with these memories that the brunette’s hand instantly rises, the pirate moving with it as though some sort of puppet.
"Regina?" Emma’s surprise is palpable as the woman emerges from the shadows, relief evident to as she watches the streetlight wash over the former Mayor whose dark eyes remain on the struggling man still dangling in the air at her mercy.
"I suggest you let me go," Hook bites out, the air being pushed from his lungs the longer he continues to struggle, "Your Majesty."
"And why should I permit a kindness you would never yourself give?" She shoots back, tone venomous as she continues to glare at him, fingers clenching, Hook’s grunts audible know as he attempts to fill his lungs, "why should I allow you your wishes when, time and time again, you ignore those of others?"
Emma’s lips are softly parted as she watches the way in which Regina’s eyes continually change, pure emotion palpable after every blink. Hatred, anger, hurt, fear…”Regina…” she whispers with no response from the woman before her until she’s walking forward to press her warm palm against the thick coat encasing the quivering woman. “Regina,” she whispers again, the brunette’s eyes flickering to hers for a moment before returning to her captive, her hard gaze faltering a little, “it’s okay,” her hand is rubbing in comfort over the woman’s arm whether she consciously permits it to or not, “you can let him go now.”
When she does, when her hand falls and the clang of metal sounds, Hook having fallen to the pavement quite forcefully, when Regina’s head falls, Emma does not look away not does she move away. “This isn’t about you…” It’s a small whisper, a small broken thing that has the blonde nodding, turning the surprisingly small brunette into her arms, pulling her into an embrace that Regina doesn’t struggle from, “it’s not about you.”
It is at a later time, a time when both lay sated and satisfied, curling into one another’s warm embrace that Regina will tell her the truth, will tell Emma that it had been about her, she just hadn’t known it then but for now…for now Emma just holds the shaking Queen against her body, protecting her in a way none had ever done before.
“I know Regina,” she whispered into dark hair, closing her eyes as desperate hands clawed at her leather clad back, “I know.”